Make me an offer

The house has been on the market for 6 days now, and I've had 5 showings with an open house scheduled for tomorrow. No offers yet, but maybe the more people who see it, the better the chance someone will bite. I hope someone does soon, because getting the house ready for showings is tiring. The hardest part is getting the cats out of the house; I don't think Pal is speaking to me anymore, because he's so traumatized by getting hauled in and out of the car. Midge seems a little more resilient.

Home sweet home

Oof, what an exhausting day. I drove down to Madison to look for a place to live. I found an apartment, but it's far from ideal. Every place I looked at was either too expensive, or wouldn't let me have cats that weren't declawed, or only had 12 month leases. My "safety" place, where it looks like I'll end up, let me have pets and a 5-month lease. The place itself it pretty depressing though--it looks clean and safe enough, but old and shabby. But it will have to do until my house sells or I find something better.

Right now, I feel like I have ceded all power and control over my lifestyle. I'm giving up my job, my house, my yard, I'm disrupting our lives, I'm giving up everything right now without feeling like I'm getting much back in return.

All I can say is, I hope to hell this job is worth it. Please tell me it will be worth it.